Seeing Ye Xuan handing her the herbal soup, Su Yumo furrowed her brows, "Ye Xuan, do I have to drink this too?"
The murky soup looked extremely bitter; she really had a hard time bringing herself to drink it.
"This medicine is good for restoring your vitality; if you think you don't need more vitality, then just pour it out," Ye Xuan shrugged.
"Oh… then I'll drink it."
Su Yumo felt helpless; Ye Xuan's words left her no choice but to force herself to drink the medicine. She was afraid of the bitterness but was more afraid of her illness not improving, leading to aging and death.
If it could increase her vitality, this bit of bitterness was nothing!
She closed her eyes, lifted the soup, and gulped it down, enduring the bitterness and finally managed to finish it.
Su Yumo's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed; the medicine was indeed too bitter. If she had to drink any more of it, it would kill her with bitterness!
